Rings of My Tree: Written November 2025 (Aged 50)

when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.

All Those Years Ago – Written Monday 17th November 2025 (Aged 50)

I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.

Telephone Wires – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)

We are not so insecure
that the condiments of our life
taste a little less pure.

Speciality Coffee – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

I am seasonal offers,
something for the moment,
something to try.
An exotic flavour which burns inside.

Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.

Inward Gaze – Written Friday 27th June 2025 (Aged 50)

It has a theatre,
but a one-person show.
It tracks identity
with the passion others take home.

The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)

In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.

People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)

The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.

Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.

The Gown – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

Either way, to me,
they’d always had sadness in their face.
But they are now proud.
Still, I see them in their gown.